The president's pet daughter

"what?"

Ling Zhaozhao was taken aback, and didn't dare to move too much, and raised his eyes to Song Mingzhe.

"Let's cook the medicine later, and sleep together."

Song Mingzhe rubbed his chin against Ling Zhaozhao's hair, very intimately.

He just saw that she didn't sleep well, and he must have been busy taking care of him these days, so she couldn't take care of rest.

What's more, he doesn't want to drink those bitter medicines for tooth loss now.

"I……"

Even through the pajamas, Ling Zhaozhao could feel the heat of Song Mingzhe's chest.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she didn't know how to express her thoughts at this moment.

They've never been this close before.

Not to mention hugging and sleeping together.

"Zhao Zhao, sleep with me."

He stroked Ling Zhaozhao's hair, his tone seemed a little tired.

Only when he could smell the fragrance of flowers and fruits on Ling Zhaozhao's body would he feel at ease.

Ling Zhaozhao's heart was pounding, thinking that Song Mingzhe was recovering from a serious illness and needed a good rest, so she nodded slowly, grabbed Song Mingzhe's clothes and closed her eyes.

Since Song Mingzhe fainted, she really hasn't slept through the night.

Song Mingzhe seemed to feel Ling Zhaozhao's obedience, he let out a muffled laugh, stroked her back, and coaxed her to sleep like a child.

I don't know if it was because he was relieved after waking up, or the surrounding environment was too reassuring, but Ling Zhaozhao really just fell asleep like this.

And as soon as he fell asleep, he slept until night.

Song Mingzhe woke up a little earlier than Ling Zhaozhao, looking down at Ling Zhaozhao's sleeping profile.

When Ling Zhaozhao woke up, he only remembered to decoct the medicine for Song Mingzhe, and he felt a little annoyed.

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier."

Ling Zhaozhao exposed his head outside the quilt, his little face flushed from sleep.

Song Mingzhe, who was full of sleep, had a lot of energy. Hearing Ling Zhaozhao's complaint, he smiled and stroked her hair.

He also wanted her to sleep a little longer.

"Don't worry, I ordered your favorite food, let's talk when we are full."

Ling Zhaozhao got up from the bed, and when he heard Song Mingzhe's words, he couldn't help being a little suspicious.

"You have been delaying the time and don't want me to decoct the medicine. Is it because you are afraid of drinking the medicine?"

He asked her to sleep a little longer, and asked her to eat first. After eating, would she go to bed again?

Ling Zhaozhao felt trapped in an endless loop.

Song Mingzhe saw that his little thoughts had been discovered, so he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Ever since he was a child, the reason he rarely took medicine was because he couldn't stand the bitter taste.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at him narrowly, smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Little friend Song, we can't just stop taking the medicine because it's too bitter, it won't work."

She is like a little teacher in kindergarten, coaxing sick children who are having a temper tantrum.

In any case, she must give him this medicine today.

After all, it was Gu Yangzhi who prescribed the medicine himself, and it was of great benefit to Song Mingzhe.

When Ling Zhaozhao brought over the fried medicine, an indescribable expression appeared on Song Mingzhe's face.

"Drink the medicine, so you can get better soon."

Ling Zhaozhao forcefully handed the bowl to him, hinting him to drink it.

Song Mingzhe looked at the steaming bowl of medicinal soup, and lowered his eyes to withdraw the expression in his eyes.

"hot."

He whispered, his voice seemed a little aggrieved.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't stand him like this the most, and once Song Mingzhe was like this, she would uncontrollably soften her heart.

She thought for a while, scooped up a spoonful of medicinal soup, and blew it lightly, guessing that it should be cool, and handed it to Song Mingzhe's mouth.

"Shouldn't this be hot?"

Song Mingzhe glanced at her, took a sip, and frowned slightly.

"It's still hot."

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's unfriendly expression, Song Mingzhe was even more aggrieved.

"Taste it if you don't believe me."

Ling Zhaozhao was full of question marks.

She vaguely felt that Song Mingzhe was looking for trouble.

But considering that Song Mingzhe was a patient, Ling Zhaozhao endured it.

She continued to blow for a while, and then handed it to Song Mingzhe's mouth.

Song Mingzhe showed the same expression this time.

He looked at Ling Zhaozhao aggrievedly, as if Ling Zhaozhao was the vicious stepmother and he was the tortured and abused Cinderella.

Ling Zhaozhao raised her eyebrows, her intuition told her that Song Mingzhe was deliberately teasing her, but she was afraid that Song Mingzhe was telling the truth, so she tasted it herself.

The bitter taste of the medicine spread from the tip of her tongue to the whole mouth, making her frown.

She suddenly understood why Song Mingzhe didn't like to drink this medicine anymore.

If it is not necessary, who would like to drink this medicine.

Song Mingzhe saw that Ling Zhaozhao had really taken a sip, chuckled lightly, took the spoon Ling Zhaozhao had just tasted in his mouth, and drank it in one gulp.

The bitter taste in Ling Zhaozhao's mouth hadn't completely dissipated, seeing that he drank all the medicinal soup he had just taken without frowning, his face turned red all of a sudden.

This guy definitely did it on purpose.

He deliberately tricked himself into taking a sip, and then covered the imprint left by her as if nothing had happened.

Song Mingzhe took a sip, snatched the bowl from Ling Zhaozhao without changing his expression, and drank it happily.

Ling Zhaozhao was dumbfounded.

Is this him who just pretended not to drink medicine in front of him?

The speed of drinking medicine is the same as drinking water.

Song Mingzhe reluctantly drank the whole bowl of medicine.

In fact, he also felt that the medicine was too bitter, but he was not very good at expressing his emotions, so it seemed that he drank it calmly.

"Isn't it bitter?"

Ling Zhaozhao blinked his eyes, looking at Song Mingzhe who didn't change his expression, a little curious.

She took a sip and felt so bitter that it was going to spiral up to heaven.

Let alone a bowl.

Her lips were extra red because she had just finished drinking the medicine, making Song Mingzhe's gaze stop at her red lips for a moment.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't notice Song Mingzhe's suddenly deep eyes, seeing that he had finished drinking the medicine, he also put the bowl in his hand on the bedside table by the way.

When she turned her face away, Song Mingzhe suddenly pinched her chin, then leaned over and kissed her.

It was their second sober kiss since the elevator kiss.

This time the feeling was even more wonderful, the bitter taste on Song Mingzhe's lips spread as he entangled with her.

Although he had the upper hand again this time, he did not dominate Ling Zhaozhao's thoughts like last time, wantonly plundering her city.

And kissed her tenderly and cherishingly.

After discovering that Ling Zhaozhao would take the initiative to respond to him at first, Song Mingzhe's eyes were filled with smiles.

His little princess is quite quick to learn in this respect.

After the long kiss, Ling Zhaozhao was already so weak from the kiss.

"This can be regarded as suffering together."

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's slightly swollen lips, and seemed very satisfied with his masterpiece.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't know what to say when he heard his unscrupulous words.